"Jiaojiao?"
When he saw Lin Jiaojiao come out, a flicker of delight instantly flashed in Yan Nanchen's eyes.
The bloody stains on the delicate figure were strikingly conspicuous. Her loosely hanging bangs were blown to one side by the wind, fluttering yet not in disarray. With a cold and glamorous expression, she was as beautiful as a snow lotus blooming amidst the blood.
"Jiaojiao!" This call was from Yan Sihan, and his tone seemed to carry a hint of nervousness. Immediately after, without minding the fresh blood on his hands, he reached out to hold the slender whiteness within the wide sleeve.
The fingertips were icy cold, touching the warmth of his palm.
Lin Jiaojiao wormed her hand into the center of the man's palm and then gripped his hand tightly.
"Yan Sihan, I'm here." She looked up at him slightly, a sweet smile appearing on her face, silently comforting the man's slightly tense heart.
She would not go, not ever; she wanted to be with him, forever.
